I just want to start this off by saying, breast augmentation (or any surgery for that matter) is a personal choice. Quite contrary to everyone’s pre-judgements, I didn’t do this for anyone but myself. Those that know me, and have known me for some time, know that I’ve talked about this procedure since middle school. I’ve always felt unproportioned, and if something as accessible as plastic surgery can help me feel even more confident than I already am, why not? I did this because I love myself, and I deserve happiness and peace with my body. I’ve received more sh*t for my breast augmentation than I have for being heavily tattooed, which is mind-blowing. Maybe it’s because people feel like they can comment on my boobs more than they can comment on my skin, whatever the thing is, is it’s no one’s business what I’m doing with my body. Don’t get me wrong, so many people have been supportive, and most of those people have either had a similar procedure or know someone who has, so they understand the confidence surge that comes with it.

For starters, I had my procedure done in Jupiter, FL.,  on March 27, 2018 at a beautiful office by Dr. Dana Goldberg (you can contact her office for a consult for pricing). I cannot recommend this doctor enough, without her, I really don’t think I would have achieved the results I was looking for. For those of you who don’t know, I’m heavily tattooed and I didn’t want even more attention brought to me by people gawking at huge fake boobs. On the other hand, I didn’t want to have the procedure done, spending money and hours in pain and not really look like I had anything done. She gave me the perfect happy medium, seriously. In the future if I need any other work done, I will 100% go back to her office. Her, and her entire staff was equally kind as they all were knowlagble (and her whole office staff is beautiful, which made me confident that I was in the right place).

I started off as a small 34B, with less breast tissue than desired in the first place (not very voluminous, but perky thankfully!) I was looking to go for a large C or even a small D, keeping in mind that I wanted to look proportional and as natural as possible. We went over sizes and silicone types, and she brought something to my attention when I got hung up on CC amounts. She said something along the lines of ” I know you want to look great, but keep in mind that if you go too large, it’s not going to be easy to hide. Things will be ill-fitting at times. You’re not going to be able to button blouses when you want to look professional. I know it’s the last thing you want to think of after doing this, but you can always throw a push up/padded bra on and get that look, you can’t take away implants once they’re already there.” Honestly, I never even thought of that, and I really appreciated the insight because well, she’s right. I don’t want my chest to walk into a room before me, and I definitely don’t want everyone in the room to have their attention to go to my breasts. Plus, I really don’t mind the idea of wearing a push up for one night when I’ve been wearing them my entire teenage and adult life.

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Before

So in the coming days to my surgery, I got everything in order including figuring out who will be my caretaker for the 4 days following surgery. Some things I recommend to pick up, or at least things I found helpful were:

  • One of those “chair-like” pillows with arms. I picked mine up at wallmart for around $15 I believe)
  • Crackers to keep bedside, for taking with medication.
  • Speaking of medication, keeping track of them in a calender app. This really saved myself and my caretakers the headache of trying to remember when my last dose was.
  • Meal-prep some food. Seriously, one of the best decisions. (thanks Mom!) This made it easy for everyone involved.
  • Night light for the bathroom and bathroom hallway, you will be there threw out all hours of the night, and no one likes bright lights, especially on narcotics and in pain.
  • Heating pad. I already had one at home, but this helped with my back being comfortable while being propped up in bed when I’m usually a stomach sleeper. I did however, start sleeping more elevated about a month before surgery to hopefully get more used to it.
  • I had my boyfriend learn how to put my hair in a high ponytail, which was so useful considering I wasnt able to touch the top of my head until around day 10.

Comfortable, loose-fitting clothing was worn to the outpatient center, I brought a jacket cause I’m always cold! The staff was seriously so sweet, I couldn’t get over it. I tend to panic a little bit in medical facilities, and with needles, but my nurse kept me calm without the use of drugs and kept me constantly talking which helped. I have a whole bunch of medication allergies and health problems, and everything went so smoothly. I was supposed to have my surgery two weeks prior to my actual date, but I had unresolved bronchitis from January, so my date was postponed via my anesthesiologists’ call, which I’m grateful for. She was knowledgeable and sweet, which relaxed me even more, I knew I was in good hands. The doctor came in, marked me up for surgery and we discussed the fact that I might need to get my sternum tattoo reworked at a later date (which didn’t faze me in the slightest). The anthologist walked me over to the surgery room, which is beautiful might I add. I used to work in a state of the art animal hospital, so I was kind of geeking out over all the equipment, but that’s beside the point. What I really loved, was the doctor came in, held my hand, and we started chatting about cats (I have a large cat tattoo on my thigh which one of the nurses commented on). As the anesthesia was being admitted, I remember chatting and just slowly dozing off, which is a huge deal for me since I have a lot of anxiety especially when it comes to medical procedures (I usually require a sedative, that’s how bad it is). I wake up what seems like moments later, and without being in any real pain (thanks for the nerve blocking agent!)

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Moments before surgery, peep my naked nails, cute right?

Before the surgery at my pre-op appointment, we discussed sizes: 345 or 360, under the muscle, and I told her to use whatever looked best. I was out for about an hour or so, and when I woke up, they told me she went with 345 because it looked perfect and she didn’t feel the need to try 360. I’m about an hour away from the outpatient center, and the drive home was kind of a blur, thankfully my wonderful mom is proficient in after care, so the first day was a breeze.

The hardest thing to get used to the first day was the pressure, its extremely uncomfortable, but not painful (ok maybe some pain was involved lol). I remember being too doped up to even really write a proper post. I mainly just relaxed watching The Santa Claria Diet with my mom (re-watched it as its one of my favorite shows). I didn’t lay down flat, and damn that pillow I mentioned totally came in handy. Even sitting up from that position was brutal the first day. Definitely make sure you have someone taking care of you for bare minimum of one day (I’d recommend two even, but I might just be a cry-baby.) I needed help sitting up, by having someone place their hand behind my back and push me up. I just didn’t have the strength, plus, you’re using your abs for almost all movements and your chest is heavier than normal, so everything is ten times harder than normal. I stayed on top of my pain medication & muscle relaxers this day, night-time was especially rough though so waking up in the middle of the night to keep all my prescriptions on track was key for me. Shout out to my boyfriend for caring for me at night, which I’ll admit was tiresome even for me, since he and my mom were kind of taking shifts helping me out for the first two days while he worked so I wouldn’t be home alone. I’ve seen it discussed on the app Real Self and one of my clients forewarned me, that you will 100% need help going to the restroom the first day or two, and boy they were not kidding. Just the motion of pulling down your pants is impossible, don’t even get me started on pulling them up.

Day three consisted of my significant driving me to my first post-op appointment, and let me tell you, being driven around was the w-o-r-s-t. For me personally, I felt every single bump in the road and it’s just a super uncomfortable feeling. Lots of noises came out of my mouth that trip back up to Jupiter, none of them being sentences, just a terrible amount of painful sounds. Even at week 3 as I write this, driving (and being driven) was the hardest thing to get used to/do. My right breast has been more tender throughout this entire healing process, which the nurse assured me was normal (the doctor later confirmed it was normal, no worries!) The nurse was able to look at my incisions since I didn’t have any steri-strips because I’m allergic to adhesive. I got the all clear to shower, which is honestly the best feeling in the entire world. I recommend having someone around while showering, even if it’s just as a precaution. I couldn’t bend down and wash my legs and feet, and washing my hair was extremely difficult, so I just embraced the dirty-hair life. At this point, I tapered down on my pain medication, and the Valium was giving me extreme migraines, so I figured it was best to cut out the Valium completely (I confirmed this decision with my RN). Thankfully, I was able to correspond with one of my doctor’s RN’s via email throughout the entire process. I’ve read so many horror stories of women not being able to get in contact with their doctors or their teams after surgery, thankfully, this was quite the opposite for me. I felt kind of bad for badgering her so much, but I was beyond grateful that I had someone to bounce thoughts and concerns off of, instead of turning to internet forums and panicking (which I tend to do, ha!)

Around day seven I found somewhat of a sense of normalcy to my days. I was able to finally wash my hair, and I was even able to fill in my eyebrows, it’s the little things!! I still required help preparing my own food, because I just couldn’t pick up any of our cookware or reach for anything in the cabinets. Still taking it slow and easy, just to ensure that I wasn’t going to ruin my results or injure myself. I started to have problems sleeping around this time, just because I wasn’t used to the sensation of having something on my chest, what really helped me was keeping a pillow on the rest of my lower body to kind of even out the pressure. I’m not sure if that translates well over text, but I pretty much created a weighted blanket on my body. It didn’t solve my sleeplessness, but it eased some of the awkawardness adjusting to my new additions. I started using the pain killers to help me sleep at night because I was so exhausted mid-day that I needed a nap, which totally ruins my sleep schedule even more. I also had the doctor re-check my incisions, which were healing unevenly from the change in standard protocol from my extensive list of allergies. I, being the worry-wart I am, kind of panicked since the right side was healing at a drastically different rate than the left (incision site as well as way more pain present in this breast), so I popped in the office for her to take a look, and got the all clear to get the hell out of my head and stop hyper focusing since I was so early in my healing process. I didn’t need a 2-week follow-up since I didn’t have any bandages to remove and she didn’t have any concerns. So they gave me the low down, with rules to follow and new protocalls until my one month follow-up appointment.

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Top: one week. Bottom : before.

Keep in mind for the picture above, I still wasnt able to put my hands on my head, let alone over my head to tie the bikini. In hindsight, I wish I slowed down a little to try to get a better shot, but I was so over it! Let me tell you how STOAKED I was on these results from only one week, like seriously, I couldn’t have asked for better results. I was afraid I’d have a clearly augmented chest for the first few months, but I think for seven days, these puppies look great.

I’ll be getting to more of the healing process in another post, along with more progress pictures. I’m at three weeks post-op as I write this currently, and I’m just so excited to share my results, and my confidence with you kittens. Thanks for reading!

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